Nightshift 38: M1- M10 Hallway

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Dean had taken a nap after dinner, figuring that he might as well grab whatever rest he could before he took off trying to find supplies for a full-blown exorcism. His sleep was fitful, the hunter tossing and turning in the bed, eventually settling for sprawling face down in it with his arms flung around his pillow. When he woke up, Angel was gone. Dean rolled over to sit up, jaw set as he rubbed the sleep from one bleary eye, still breathing heavily. Cold Oak. Fucking Cold Oak. That was over and done with, yet he was still having nightmares about the goddamned place, as if enough wasn't enough that all of that was far behind him now. Reaching up, Dean took in a slightly shaking breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he told himself he wasn't gonna keep waking up in cold sweats feeling Sam's blood all over him, and, if he was, he would deal with it 'cause it was just a bunch of dreams. Wasn't real anymore. He'd saved Sammy.

When he stood up, he was ready to get on with the night. He'd find his little brother, no matter what, even if he had to get his information from that demon Punk-Ass and not by asking nicely.

Dean was even looking forward to it now.

Heading over to the closet, Dean opened it. His clothes hung there in the closet, all perfectly folded, just like it'd been this morning when he'd left it. Feeling under his jeans, his fingers closed around the bowie knife's hilt. Setting the knife aside, Dean began changing, shrugging out of his simple patient clothes and kicking them aside so he could put on his real clothes. The last things to go on were his boots and jacket, the weight of his pendent settling comfortably against his chest. Dean turned his attention to getting ready for the night. Flashlight? Check. Bowie? Check. And something to carry more than a handful of salt...Dean improvised, removing the pillow case from his pillow and balling it up so he could stuff it in his pocket.

Ready as he was ever gonna be. Aside from being bandaged up still, he was good.

Dean consulted the map he'd copied his first day here from the bulletin board. If he was gonna try to get hold of a rosary, it'd most likely be in Patient Possessions - someone here would've had to be a Bible-thumper who believed in God and all that stuff at some point, right? Salt, he figured the kitchen. As for something to deal with Punk-Ass, he figured he'd need some rope (or duct tape, if they didn't have any rope just lyin' around) and something to draw out the Key of Solomon. Not to mention water; kinda hard to make holy water when you had the holy but not the water. First thing was first though; he still had that meeting with that "R" chick - he thought it was a chick - in F-A hall for that spare flashlight.

The hunter turned on his flashlight and opened M2's door, stepping outside.

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M3

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Hanatarou had already been halfway changed when Sora had looked around, so it wasn't as though anything had been really visible, but between his roommate's reaction and his own tendency toward embarrassment about everything he was still blushing bright pink by the time the night announcement came and the lights turned off.

The healer fastened his bag in place and adjusted the strap with trembling fingers, then bowed and stammered a polite, if mostly incoherent, farewell to Sora. With that he quickly picked up his flashlight and headed out. He had a lot to get done this evening, and had to move as fast as he (safely) could.

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Kon scowled at the door as the head loser started bitching them out over the intercom. "What is with these losers? He acts like its our fault he's a psycho."

Shrugging he turned back to Kurt to check how he was doing. He rubbed a hand against Kurt's arm wanting to feel his fur again. He hadn't gotten to touch him much after he changed last night and that was something he needed to fix.

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

The hologram around Kurt's body slowly fizzled out and away, starting at the top of his head and moving all the way down, ending at the wrist with his med bracelet. He was furry again, and smiled a little awkwardly when he realized Kon was petting him of all things.

He wasn't freaking out this time--probably because he knew it was going to happen--but he was still nervous on the inside. Ururu would be coming now, and who knew when she'd arrive.

"Yeah, it's weird. If he's so upset about having to replace us all when... well, you don't think he'd just let us out."

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Kon hadn't noticed the bracelet before but after seeing the way Kurt changed he stared at it, trying to figure out how it worked. He knew telepaths could project images and stuff to hide themselves but how could a bracelet do that?

"Exactly! I hate guys like that!" Kon continued to stroke Kurt's fur, letting his hands wander aimlessly over his exposed skin as he craned his head, trying to see where Kurt's tail was.

"You must be able to do some really cool stuff with that," He mused aloud. Yeah, he needed to get going if he wanted to put a stop to this place tonight but he could spare a few minutes.

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Not many men could claim the privilege of knowing ahead of their time. Kristoph was fortunate to fall under such luck this particular evening. Thanks to his foresight, he checked the bulletin shortly before dinner announcement and thus, stumbled upon information. Or an exchange, rather, between good Mr. Teru and the man he would love nothing more than to bury under a hundred feet of dirt.

Of course, he could not let this opportunity slip by another night. He had no choice; Crane had forced his hand. Between stealing his file and blackmailing, the doctor deserved any retaliation from Kristoph's side. There was the slight chance of involving an additional person, but with careful planning, he could possibly pull it off without alerting the prosecutor.

No, it had to work. No amount of second guessing or ill-favored consequence would prevent the man from ridding himself of his most immediate threat. He could kill two if needs be.

Kristoph, therefore, spent his dinner in a somber mood, offering silent courtesy to his roommate when asked, crafting his plans for the night other times. The intercom's abrupt message, as screeching as it had been, only served to encourage the attorney, who found a humorous sort of irony in defying both his blackmailer and his captor in a single turn. It was a highlight to an otherwise foul day.

As soon as preparations were finished, Kristoph verified the location of his patient file before leaving the room. He could trust Hughes to not take a peek while he was out; privacy was a common courtesy between roommates.

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Junpei had eventually discovered his meal and ate it, enthused that he had such good taste of food in his dreams. He'd been a little hesitant, wondering if somehow in his dream one of the girls would have made his meal, but decided his subconscious wouldn't torture him like that. Messing with a man's room was one thing, but messing with a man's meal was something completely different.

The intercom caught his attention and he rolled his eyes. He knew he'd had Chidori on his mind (when didn't he), so it made sense to him that he'd dream about being in some kind of hospital. It didn't look anything like the hospital the Kirijo Group ran, so maybe it was a mental hospital. She'd probably been in a few of those, too.

He rubbed his chest where he knew there should be a bullet scar, feeling the constant warmth that was there. A sweet smile touched his lips as he closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling. She was gone, but she'd never truly be gone. He'd always feel her there and... maybe, just maybe, it would be enough.

When the lights suddenly went out and the intercom kicked on again, Junpei jumped a little and stared at the speaker on the wall. Dude, what kind of fucked up dream was this? He could have sworn he didn't do anything to warrant a nightmare. Sure, he and Ryouji might have snuck into Mitsuru's room that one time when he was over and the others were out, but it wasn't like she could do some kind of voodoo to force him to have a nightmare as punishment. Seriously, she'd been extra-oddly comforting down in the lounge when he saw what Chidori had drawn and had his... manly crying moment.

"Sufficiently creeped out now," Junpei muttered, rummaging around to find the flashlight he'd discovered while turning his room into something that resembled the state of his room back in the dorm. Clicking the light on, Junpei approached the door, wondering if something was going to jump out and attach itself to his face once he opened it. He instantly ducked back, covering his head, once he opened his door. Nothing attacked him and, opening one eye, he felt kind of foolish.

That's it - no more late-night horror movies unless he could get Yukari to watch them with him.

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[lighthearted]

Hanatarou had left in a hurry, but Sora didn't blame him for doing so. It sounded like he had a lot of places to be tonight, and Sora just hoped that Arts and Crafts didn't spread his roommate too thin. There was only so much one person could handle. (Not that he ever applied that logic to himself.)

He was curious how he and Allen would do tonight. Groups of two sometimes made more progress than three, but it was always a little risky, and the time he had spent with Goofy and Donald had made him most comfortable with three. But he got the feeling he and Allen could be a good team! Or he hoped so, at least.

The head doctor's mention of something new had Sora frowning - didn't they have enough to worry about already? But he wouldn't let the man's words get to him. Instead, he grabbed his flashlight and the map Momo had given him and headed out the door and down the hall.

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[outside M6]

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Leon wasn't staggering by the time he made it to the correct hallway, but that was largely because it took a great deal to make Leon lose control that much. He was definitely feeling the effects of dragging around a heavy bundle of metal the night after being fairly seriously injured, and not just in that the cuts on his back had re-opened somewhat. At least this place's rapid healing meant that he wasn't gushing blood like he would have been without that extra help in recovery.

Catching his breath once more, Leon let go of the sack of metal and raised his good hand to rap sharply on the door to M6.

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Hughes was already up and about after his roommate had slipped out, getting himself ready for the night. Maybe they were suffering, but he was going to keep on getting weapons to people and making sure they could use them.

"Come in!" he called at the knock, this time staying away from the door and keeping a knife in his hand. He wasn't about to take any chances.

M3

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There were voices in the hallway. Asch could hear them when the door open. He wasn't sure what he was really supposed to be preparing for, and he had no weapons other than the pens he'd seen in the desk drawer. Nothing worth fighting with. What he'd told Mello was true enough - he could fight fine without weapons. But it made him feel slightly on edge. And that talk of monsters...

Yeah, none of this made sense at all.

He decided he'd see what Mello was up to. He seemed to have a level enough head on his shoulders, and if he wandered off, he had the map he'd copied. He'd probably be fine. But in the end, he was a soldier, and he'd do what was practical to the best of his ability.

[Mello]

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Mello didn't seem interested in leaving his room. After finishing his notes he snapped the book shut and then stood up before pulling a box from under his bed. He inspected the contents carefully--nothing of strategic value, really, but definitely of interest in learning more about the world beyond the institute. He'd have to return the box to Kagura soon, he knew, so he wanted to make sure he didn't miss any detail. The vintage of the wine was memorized, though it was impossible to tell how old the bottle was without knowing if time out there moved the same as time in here. Most likely it did, and the outside world was now set somewhere between late 2008 and early 2009.

He glanced up before shoving the box back under his bed. "You're not going out alone, are you?" he asked. He realized with annoyance that the guy might be more of an idiot than he'd suspected, which would have made his feigned helpfulness a useless waste of time.

At least one person and possibly two would show up in due time, so he settled back onto his bed to wait.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

His roommate had, to Angel's surprise, promptly rolled over and taken a nap shortly after dinner. It was the first patient he'd seen who had done this, although it didn't seem like an illogical thing to do. Brian did look pretty banged up and frankly, if more people stayed inside when they needed to, it would probably be easier to keep safe.

Not that he didn't understand the inability to just sit there and do nothing. Either way, Brian sleeping was good because Angel was starting to wonder how he was going to explain away his small stash of medieval weaponry. Weapons weren't uncommon in and of themselves, but he knew few people would've specifically sought out to obtain a double-headed axe.

He grabbed his things, including Anya's sword -- a part of him already knew she wouldn't be showing up tonight, but there was still a maybe -- before slipping quietly out the door.

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M5

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Lev double- and triple-checked that he had everything he needed. Flashlight, pens, and the maps that were pinned up for him on the bulletin earlier that day. Not much to carry, especially in the way of weaponry, but it certainly was better than nothing.

He opened the door slowly and tip-toed out, trying to see the map in the dark. Squinting, he could barely make out the F-A hallway he was headed towards. He was saving his batteries for when he really needed them.

And with that, Lev headed out to the F-A hallway.

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M10

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The day had been absolutely worthless. As usual. Really, Alec was beginning to wonder why he even bothered.

What Armand had been through last night was brutal. Yeah, so maybe he'd been a little insensitive, but like hell he was going to admit that. Snorting, he changed into his own clothes rather than the Institute's uniform, took his pillowcase of painkillers (just in case), knife, flashlight, and radio, then left.

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"I'm ready than you are," Kvothe said, casting a distrustful glance toward where Landel's voice sounded like it was coming from as he went over to the door. He wasn't taking anything with him, he really didn't intend to go anywhere but the Clinic, and then back to their room to get some rest. "After you," he said to Tony, gesturing for the boy who actually had a light to lead the way as he opened the door.

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Tony laughed a bit and bowed like a bad comedian, then pointed the beam of his light out and away. He wasn't joking enough to miss checking around to see what could be seen, but then the clinic was just around the corner. He hurried that way.

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The doll wished he could tell if Landel was telling the truth--that the missing people, Ojou excluded, were actually dead--but he couldn't. And he wasn't sure what the "next level" was supposed to be, though chances were it wasn't the areas of the basement people were regularly flocking to. Something else down there?

He might've given up on his plans to try again for the outdoors, and instead make a trip to the basement, but there was no saying if he'd have time for either. He had something else to take care of first.

Because Ren didn't have a flashlight to carry anymore, having both hands free almost felt odd, and he debated taking the radio with him for once. Not a good idea without bigger pockets. For one, he hadn't heard anything about being able to replace radios, and second, he wasn't much in the mood to search for a good music channel while he walked.

Flashlights and other items, though, were upstairs. He tucked an empty pillow case into his pants and left.

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Dean's head had been hanging as he looked down at his feet and alternated between the important job of keeping them moving and trying not to get awesomely sick over himself and Samaritan. Somehow he didn't think chucking up on the other guy was gonna earn him any points. Dean was amazed to find he could walk and, with the other patient's help and his arms slung around him, they actually made it past what he thought might've been M-A hall. They took a right and suddenly they were in the hall where his room was. Or, he thought it was. Now he wasn't so sure it was M2. Maybe he'd given him crappy directions.

The hunter leaned heavily against the other patient, his own arm loosely draped over the back of his neck, still keeping a somewhat slack hold on his own flashlight and the empty plastic milk container. "Think so," he slurred. "Came this way."

It'd been only a couple of hours ago, maybe, but it felt like it'd been all night since he'd come this way. Awareness seemed to come and go, sneaking up on him; sometimes he'd be aware of talking, only to realize he'd lapsed off into a dazed silence, staring at nothing and just walking with Samaritan's support. Eventually the two hit the end of the hall, and stood before M1 and M2, Dean leaning on his rescuer more than he had been before, the pillowcase of salt he'd absolutely refused to drop starting to drag on the floor thanks to his lax grip on it. It'd been a lot of work just to get some salt. Come to think of it, he wasn't entirely sure why he even needed so much. All he was sure about was he wanted to konk out and sleep till doomsday. Maybe then he'd get warm. Lifting his head to pay attention was too much effort, lolling heavily as he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes briefly as he pursed his blue-tinged lips.

Not gonna throw up. Nope, not gonna. If that was the last thing Dean was gonna do, it was to at least honest to God keep it to himself, especially now that they'd made it this far.

"Gotta get inside."

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It was kind of typical that the room was in the corridor furthest from the entrance, but Ronixis supposed that the man might have belongings or perhaps a first aid kit which would make going to a particular room better than ducking into any one of them. Or maybe there were other people in the rooms, although he didn't hear any noise from them as they passed. They could be asleep? Ah, but he was going to get nowhere if he didn't get some real information.

The walk to the end of the corridor seemed to take an eternity, with the young man leaning heavily against him, Ronixis braced for every stumble. Finally they reached the room, and Ronixis shone his flashlight over the numbers. Definitely the room that the man had said, hopefully he'd said the right room.

"Right," Ronixis agreed, shifting his weight so that he could reach out and pushed the door open. "There we go," he said clearly to the man. "Let's go."

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Anise would have liked to stay and chat more, but she was sure that Honey was waiting on her by now. That, and it seemed like the members of the Cooking Club were busy themselves. It was also pretty obvious there was something serious they wanted to discuss, so it was probably best to keep her nose out of it, curious as she was.

Besides, she still needed to check on Ion before heading out.

Not about to let any more time go to waste, she hurried over to the next room in the hall, M5, and knocked on the door. Just like before, there was no response. Trying her best to ignore the anxiety the silence instilled in her, Anise slowly opened the door. "Ion, I'm coming in!"

The scene was just like the previous night, with the Fon Master fast asleep in his bed. Anise sighed, but she didn't feel all that relieved. The note she left for him the night before sat untouched on the boy's desk. Did he sleep through the entire day? That just wasn't right. Moving to Ion's side, Anise gently shook his shoulder to wake him, but to no avail. This wasn't an ordinary sleep... Anise knew that, but she didn't know what to do about it. Was waiting it out really going to work? It had already been so long...

Before she knew it, several minutes had passed. She was running late! "Ion, I'm sorry, I have to go again," she apologized to the sleeping figure. "Wake up soon... okay?" Reluctantly, Anise left his bedside and exited the room, softly closing the door behind her.

If he woke up, he would find the letter from the previous night, and she would hear from him the next day.

Not 'if,' Anise corrected herself, 'when.' Ion was going to be okay. He was alive, and he was safe, and he would be up and about any time now. She would see him tomorrow, for sure.

In the meantime, the girl made her way out of the hallway.

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